The Good Fight: Poetry by Joey Amaral

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The Good Fight

Round after round,
Pound after pound.

Gotta get up,
Can’t stay down.

The fight is on,
The curtains never drawn.

Arms are heavy,
Legs are weak,
Oh my god, it’s only round three.

Gotta get up,
Can’t stay down.
Months of training to burn the flab,
Training to be quick,
Training to duck the jab.

Gotta get up,
Can’t stay down.

Everybody’s watching,
Money is on the line,
Families are clinching,
Closing their eyes.

Gotta get up,
Can’t stay down.

The fight is over,
The crowd is in the mist.
In the locker alone icing swollen fists.

Gotta get up,
…End of round.

—Joey Amaral


Joey Amaral, thirty-four, has been writing on and off since high school, and recently got the fever to develop his craft.He lives in Baltimore, Maryland.